About Me

Who am I? I love to learn and teach. I have been a professor, a coach, a landscaper, a bookkeeper, a pet store owner, a farmer, a dog trainer, and now I am embarking on canine massage. I have 4 dogs who I love to join me in hikes and travel. We are always training for sports like flyball, agility, and sheep herding. I have an excellent support system with my best friend, my ex-husband, and my 2 sons. The reason I am starting this blog is because the center of my support system and wonderful friend, my aunt, was diagnosed with breast cancer for the second time. Luckily, I got caught in the publish or perish trap and lost my job within a month of her diagnosis. Things happen for a reason. This freed me up to become her primary caregiver so that my cousins could continue working until the time might come when they needed to be with her because of the prognosis. Those 8 months were the most rewarding, draining, frustrating, emotionally draining, introspective, and lonely months of my life.

I have worked in Michigan, North Carolina, Iowa, Pennsylvania, and California. I have traveled to New Zealand, Italy, Germany, Japan, and Scotland. My souvenir from Scotland was my last dog Mauree. Named after my grandmother, Maureen who died about 4 years ago. I have always been close to my extended family. I believe that family is extremely important. I also believe that all people are relevant and worthy. I met my best friend approximately 40 years ago. I am in contact with young women I coached over 30 years ago.

Hiking, yard work, and my dogs are my way of coping so that I can be the rock for all of my family, friends, and students. Yet, I found that even though I felt as though I was OK because I had my dogs and my aunt’s yard to care for,  I am not OK 3 months later. My goal now is to make an outlet where people who have, are, or will be caregivers can share experiences, resources, and feelings. I am sure not many caregivers allow their true feelings, thoughts, and angst to show to those around them. It is below the surface. We are on call. We are in sight of those we care for and their visitors. Yet, we are in our own underground world. A world that only we can understand.